C142 Zhao qing'er's mother

"Shark wing, sliced white chicken, garlic bone, braised pork..." Chen Xu ordered six dishes in a row.

"Twelve more beers." Lin Feng shouted.

"Sure, please wait a moment." the waiter replied.

Afterwards, the waiter left the room, leaving Lin Feng and the other two behind.

"Lin Feng, there is something I need to tell you. It concerns the Lin Clan." Chen Xu said seriously